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Guitar - Burt Daggs
Bass - Ira Silver
Drums - Kyle Dosier
Vocals - Eric Boot
Recorded at Ohm Street Studios July 18th, Burbank, CA.
Lyrics
Well you wrapped up your futon that we’ve shared for so long Grabbed your Turkish coffee pot and bamboo salad tongs You took down that beaded curtain by the closet door and put it in a box on the floor You pulled your I Love Lucy BluRay off the shelf and that Baby Yoda Crochet that you made yourself. You tell me this is it you quit and you’re gonna split and all I can say is You emptied out the fridge of your hot sauce collection And your soon-to-be-expired bronchial inhaler I’m watching all this unfold and I feel my complexion is getting paler You’re grabbing all your memory foam pillows And your book on Ethiopian Cuisine Your cigar box full of Transformers wristwatches And your limited edition Hermione Grainger Pop Funko Figurine You’re leaving behind all the mixtapes I ever made for you And that backpack I bought you at LegoLand You say you don’t care anymore about those cosplay TikTok videos we planned You’re leaving behind the reusable bags from Trader Joe’s And that styrofoam cooler from Von’s But you’re sure as hell going to take that autographed Patrick Stewart name tag from Comic-Con And with a cold hard stare / you’ve even packed up our video game chair I don’t have very much to say It’s very possible I’ve always been this way Even as your standing by the door today I’m at a Loss For Words and it’s — hey I don’t always have a lot to say It’s very possible I’ve always been this way Even as your walking out the door today I’m at a Loss For Words and all I can say is bye